Chapter 40: Ch 39 Massacred Lions
(Two Weeks Later)
I moved Northwards with my army of thirty seven thousand Men, Stormlanders, Crownlanders, my Personal Men at Arms and Mercenaries hired by Grandpa Otto.
The Smallfolk cheered their King as he rode out on horseback with Borros Baratheon, The Princess Visenya, Laecon the Black Haired Prince, and Aemond Targeryen the master of War.
All others of my household were moved to Driftmark in case of failure....the People of Kingslanding loved me even more because this meant if I lost they wouldn't have to suffer a seige and ensuing battle.
I moved all my Women, Children, Grandpa Otto, and that Lunatic Maid Mary to Driftmark to keep them safe.
I also sent the Royal Treasury with them.
The Velaryon Fleet was uniting with the Redwyne fleet to move against the Ironborn who moved against me in support of The Whore Queen.
Awaiting us at Harrenhal were nintey four thousand Men of The Vale, Riverlands, and Rebels who flocked there from the Crownlands and Reach once they heard of the Gathering.
Although we were outnumbered, the Westerland Army marched with Thirty thousand well armed and armored men which would even the odds....
However, Jason Lannister was currently riding himself into a meat grinder.
I ordered Jason to wait for me at Stoney Sept but he was currently moving towards Harrenhall with his Army and marching north along the Gods Eye.
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(Beside the Gods Eye)
The Westerland force marched Northwards in a long column that mushed the damp ground beneath them as they walked.
It was hot and humid as they marched onwards.
the clueless Westerlanders didn't notice a predator watching them from the thick brush on the hilltops.....
In the long tall grasses and between the bushes and trees, the Winter wolves sat atop their sturdy northern steeds.
The Winter Wolves were four thousand aging men who wished to die before they became a burden on their families before winter....
a heroic sacrifice so their children and grandchildren had more to eat once the cold winds blew and snows fell....all rode out not expecting to return home, only to achieve glory for their families and sacrifice themselves so the younger generation could survive.
All of them were grizzled men in their fifties or sixties but none was a weak old man....
These Veterans wore Old Chainmail and Battered helmets that showed decades of use, each man had Axes and Maces that were worn beyond their years but sharpened to hold wicked edges that thirsted for blood.
all northerners lived hard lives which led to strong men, even now one of these muscled graying men could cut down two or three southern men alone.....they watched the oblivious Westerlanders marching and all looked to their commander Roderick Dustin who sat atop his shaggy northern horse.
He waited for the right moment and drew his Sword and raised it High.....The Winter Wolves all drew their weapons and said a silent prayer to the old gods....it would be an honor to die so near to the Isle of Faces.
With a great shout Roderick spurred his horse and so did the old and bearded men behind him.
The Lannister, Reyne, Tarbeck, Lefford, and Swift forces all felt the earth tremble underfoot.
Not all could see the mass of mounted barbarians charging but those that did quickly called for shield walls to form.
The men all rushed to form a wall while officers yelled orders and smacked the men around.
Lannister crossbowmen began to fire quarrels that would strike man or horse but it seemed to have little effect on men who accepted death before marching away from home.
Like a great sledgehammer the Shaggy Northern horses slammed into the Lannister Shields and men were sent flying as the Winter Wolves began to hack and slash at the young and inexperienced Enemies.
More and more Northerners began pouring through the lines and hacking away at the panicked Westerlanders, casualties began to pile on both sides.
The old men fought with unmatched ferocity and strength as they gave it their all in the battle.
They received stab wounds and slashes but they kept fighting until their old bodies collapsed as they were trampled underfoot.
Before long they began dismounting and ripping away Lannister Shields with their bare hands before smashing the young blonde haired cunts with their maces or splitting their heads with long Axes.
For the Westerlanders it was like fighting rabid animals that didn't stop no matter how many you killed.
If you killed one, another tall old man would take their place and swing their greataxe at your head.
The entire time bugles sounded loudly as the Army all rushed back to the central column to reinforce their men against these beasts.
Slowly the Winter Wolves began to drop dead as more and more reinforcements poured in and each man was outnumbered ten to one.
They put up a valiant last stand and kept hacking away at the Westerlanders until the last of them were huddled in a group of two hundred and were completely surrounded.
Westerlander crossbowmen began climbing on shoulders and firing at the Rabid old men as spears and swords slowly cut them down to a Man.
Before the last of the winter wolves were slayed several loud trumpets sounded....and the earth began to tremble once more.
arrows by the thousands began to strike the exposed backs of the Westermen.
All turned and raised shields as pikemen we're hurriedly moved into position against the charging Forces of Riverlanders who moved against them.
There were twenty two thousand Westermen left after the rampage of the Winter Wolves and now a larger force that was fresh began to surround the Westerlander lines as longbowmen rained arrows down on them.
Jason Lannister sent out Ravens with calls for aid to the King but all were shot down by the longbowman Robb Rivers and his best Archers.....this was seen by all the Westerland men who knew this fight was up to them.
The King wouldn't be here to help.
The Riverlands forces advanced on the winded men whose Boots were sinking into the muddy ground below....they all braced for impact as these crazed Riverlanders moved in for the Kill.
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(Four Hours Later)
Jason Lannister lay in the Reeds of the Gods Eye with two Arrows in his Belly and one in his thigh...he'd received a few stab wounds in his shoulder but that was of no matter.
He looked around and saw tens of thousands of Westerlander Bodies strewn along the field as Riverlanders moved from man to man and stabbed them to make sure they were dead.
Then Jason turned his head to the Beautiful Lake.....the water Ran Red with blood and was filled with corpses of men who drowned as they tried to swim away or were killed.
Jason felt a great thirst as he lay there against his Horse's corpse.
Two Young Riverlanders walked up to Jason with spears and looked down at him.
"Boy....do you have a drink for me before I meet the gods?' Jason asked one and the boy nodded.
He grabbed the waterskin from his pouch and uncorked it before bringing it to Jason's lips.
The Lannister Man Drank two sips then stopped.
He looked at the young man and raised his throat.....
"If your Dagger is Sharp....if not you can use mine...." He spoke and the young boy nodded.
He walked up to Jason and took the Dagger from his hip and marveled at the solid gold handle.
"You can keep it, along with my coin pouch....you'll be the man who killed Jason Lannister...." Jason said with a smile then felt the Cold razor sharp Blade enter his Neck.
He felt the warmth of his blood on his skin then his eyes glazed over and became lifeless....
The boy began searching Jason as other Soldiers finished the Slaughter.....
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(One Week Later)
I rode with my army up towards Harrenhall while I sent Aemond Laecon and Visenya to burn Rebel Strongholds....
The Castles didn't have large Garrisons but the Lord's families were easy pickings if they stayed in the Castles.....
Darry, Lord Harroway's Town, Lord's Mill, Blackbuckle, Buckle, Claypool, Swynford, and Spiderwood had their Castles turned into great big ovens for the inhabitants to Cook inside of as we passed.
I spent the march enjoying Visenya in our private Carriage as it Rocked back and forth for Hours on End.
The march was uneventful until we reached the Massacre at the Gods Eye.....the Crows and Vultures flocked by the tens of thousands as they pecked apart the rotting Corpses of the Westerland Army.
thousands more bloated bodies floated in the Lake....I spotted Jason Lannisters rotting Corpses with arrows in his belly.
I ordered men to make a casket and take it with us since he deserved to be buried in his Crypts.
I fucked Visenya silly the entire rest of the trip but I also noticed something interesting...
I noticed Aemond and Laecon scurrying off on their Dragons into the woods....I didn't really care but I was quite surprised that Aemond and Laecon got along so...Well...
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(One week later)
Rhaenyra And her Family all descended on Kingslanding....their Army of Traitors waited outside the walls as the 'Loyal' Goldcloaks opened the gates for the Army.
They marched in as The Dragons flew triumphantly overhead.
The Smallfolk all hid in their houses and waited out the False Queen....they thanked Maegor in their hearts for deciding not to leave his army here where the smallfolk would surely be burned alive with dragonflame during the fighting.
The Army marched in as the road was lined with goldcloaks..... Once some time passed the Goldcloaks drew their swords and began attacking Rheanyras Army after I sent an order through their slave brands.
Up from their Dragons Rhaenyra and Daemon heard the commotion and and flew over to see what had happened....
They saw thousands of goldcloaks fighting to the death against her army and both were in shock, they weren't enough to defeat Rheanyras Army so betrayal right now was idiotic.... It was suicidal.
From their Dragons all were unable to even help as they watched the streets below ran red with blood as corpses began to pile up high.
Something was definitely wrong.... They fought as if possessed.
After an hour of fighting the two thousand Goldcloaks lay dead along with three thousand Soldiers from Rheanyras faction.... The blood flowed like a stream downhill and all looked on in shock at the surprise battle.
This was supposed to be a bloodless day, many weren't even wearing their armor and many were drunk..... It was a massacre.
After hours of tending to the wounded and dealing with the aftermath Rhaenyra and her family descended to the Dragonpit and dismounted.
The keepers were all glad to have Dragons to care for once more since King Maegor and His family never used the pits.
Their carriage was prepared along with guards and the Royal family made their way to the Red Keep.... They all believed Maegor was a monster who was surely hated and all expected cheering crowds upon her return.....but the streets were nearly empty and the only faces seem were the scowls from people looking at the passing procession through their windows.
The Dozens of Brothels were closed since the Girls would not serve Black Faction soldiers willingly.
The City felt happy and joyful when Maegor was here but now the Whore Queen came and instantly a palpable tension was felt by every citizen.
The Gates of the Red Keep were already open when they arrived, the Royal precession moved on in and didn't spot a soul.
Usually servants would run through the courtyards and Stable boys would take the horses.....but it was a ghost town...an eyrie silence prevailed and all felt something was wrong.
They all dismounted along with their Guards and Daemon spoke.
"Go inside and clear the Halls....something feels very wrong about this..."
He spoke and they Guards nodded before opening the main doors and rushing in with swords drawn....but there was nothing except for mice which scurried away.
"It's all clear my Prince..... Not a soul around..." The Captain spoke.
The entire Royal family moved along cautiously toward the throne room until they began to hear pained cries and two voices repeating the same things over and over again.
It was unintelligible but one they neared Rhaenyra recognized them instantly.
"IM A BASTARD."
"MY MOTHER IS A WHORE."
"LONG LIVE KING MAEGOR."
"IM A BASTARD."
"MY MOTHER IS A WHORE."
She instantly recognized the voices and all rushed towards the throne room....it's doors were slightly ajar as they neared.
The guards pulled the heavy doors open to reveal the iron throne and two bodies hanging from hooks a few feet above the ground.
They were flayed completely and missing their hands and feet, both had been castrated and were completely skinless with emeralds where their eye sockets should have been..... And they spoke.
"IM A BASTARD!!"
"MY MOTHER IS A WHORE!!!"
"LONG LIVE KING MAEGOR!!!"
They both started frantically screaming as they heard people come in.....worse things always awaited if they didn't say it with enthusiasm.
Rhaenyra broke down and collapsed into sobbing mess on the ground at the sight of her to precious sons.....if only she had given up the throne... If only.....
She sobbed uncontrollably as the two dangling boys yelled the same words over and over again.
Daemon approached with Dark Sister and stabbed them both in the heart out of mercy then ran back and hugged Rheanyra tightly as she Whailed in anguish.
The guards ran to lower the corpses of the two princes as more ran to bring sheets.
They wrapped the bodies as their Queen cried on the floor like a baby while Daemon held her tightly.....
he didn't love her, hed stopped sleeping with her entirely and started an affair with Nettles...but he had to pretend at least.
After some time one guard spoke.
"My Queen...My Prince Daemon....there is a note on the seat of the Throne...." He spoke meekly.
Daemon gestured for him to bring it over and he noticed Maegors Royal Seal.
He cracked it Open and read.
[ My...My....if only you had bent the knee when Larys came with my message.... Enjoy the Throne, I hope the price you paid for it was worth it..... After all I've always told you nothing is free.]
[Signed King Maegor He of Boundless Mercy]
Rhaenyra read it as well and she kept crying in Daemons arms.....
Shortly after Erryk Cargyll came into the throne room and spoke.
"The Larders are empty and so is the Treasury....it's all gone..."
Daemon scowled angrily at the news but held in his anger.....if only they had faced Maegor like he proposed instead of Leaving men to delay him at Harrenhal while they slinked off around him, theyd have victory or deafeat instead of whatever the fuck this was....
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(At Harrenhal)
Once the Garrison at Harrenhal saw our army and Dragons they Raised the White Flag.
A large precession of Lord's approached with a white flag as Aemond and Laecon flew overhead alongside Cannibal and Vermithor.
The Group consisted of Lord Forrest Frey,
Red Robb Rivers Lord Bigglestone,
Lord Chambers Lord Perryn, Jon Charlton and Ben Blackwood all marched forth in full Armor to Surrender.
I rode alongside Borros, Visenya and a few other minor Lords.
"Unconditional Surrender is all I will accept." I spoke at Lord Frey.
"You have it King Maegor.....we do not with to die meaninglessly." He responded and I nodded.
"Dismount and disarm, you will be taken into custody for now one of you go tell your men to remove their armor and weapons then walk out in an orderly line to be taken in as prisoners for now." I spoke and he nodded.
Lord Bigglestone rode back and the Lord's were all grabbed and placed into shackles.
I gestured Lord Borros and he rode off while shouting orders at the Army.
"THEY ARE SURRENDERING!!! GO AND TIE THEM UP, CHECK FOR WEAPONS THEN MOVE THEM TO THE FIELD!!!" He shouted angrily....he wanted a Battle and all he got was this....the giant man was pissed.
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We had fifteen wagons pulled by Oxen that carried sharpened stakes.
The screams of thousands Resounded as each was grabbed, stripped and the had the stakes shoved inside of them before being raised....
In the Fields outside of Harrenhall a forest was quickly growing....my greatest masterpiece.
I had two thousand Men chopping trees and carving more stakes for more new men to be raised above us all.
I had three thousand of them fed to the Dragons who ate the screaming Rivermen by the Score.
By the time all were on stakes about nineteen thousand total were up in the air as my Men let loose and finally got to relax after a hard days work.
I relaxed with Visenya as I had a few court painters that I brought making large portraits Visenya and I sitting in front of the twenty thousand Men on stakes.
We leaned against a tree stump as we talked for hours until the five painters finished their works...it was a wonderful day....
Now I would have my army march towards tumbleton to meet with the Army of the Reach which finally finished their assaults on Rhaenyra's supporters.
Arryk Cargyll had taken Dragonstone quite quickly so I didn't have to worry about that.
I still had to punish the North, Cregan could only come after the last harvest was brought in before Winter so I'd not need to worry about him for now....the wolf would get his due soon enough.
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(Two Weeks Later)
My Army of thirty seven thousand arrived at tumbleton to be greeted by The twenty three thousand strong Reach Army composed mostly of mounted troops, Knights and Men at Arms.
I ordered many Reach soldiers to stay back and protect the coasts from Raiders while the rest were away.
And I received word from Kingslanding about unrest in the populace, Rhaenyra and Daemon left the City and decided on one final battle to finish this.
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